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mr. muthafuckin exquire - crooklyn's finest lyrics

[intro]
straight from brooklyn, better known as crooklyn
never taken shorts cause brooklyn’s the borough

[verse 1: d.i.]
yo…so i guess i’m supposed to give a f-ck
when i’m from a town where the att-tude is stick ’em up
pick ’em up, lift a clown in the air
collision and cruise and it just ain’t fair
oh yeah… throw your neighborhoods in the air
wave ’em around like you just don’t care
as you can see i’m on some new york sh-t
ride around in a whip with my bk clip
and you know done expanded and mixed it down
linked up with some dudes from across the town
so… b-tch n-ggas better show respect
either that or you can f-ck around and catch you a tech
and i’m not talkin’ b-ball, talkin’ about
when the drama pop off, i’mma really come and see y’all
see y’all, it’s nothing to do
i wrote this rhyme in a cab on my way to the stoop
i’m so true, and you just don’t get it
the flow that i kick is so exquis-idn’t it?
the hot spit it, who’d the next fire?
di on the track with mr. exquire
i don’t know i can’t see your peeps
i guess it must be something ’bout a primo beat
that make a n-gga wanna show my -ss
but i respect the cl-ssic track i’mma show some cl-ss

[verse 2: mr. m-th-f-ckin exquire]
i’m lovin’ the friends benefits, who’s this b-tch sucking my d-ck?
funky style with thick chicks almost ruptured a discus
a b c sh-t, average kicks like clay russel’s
action packed like directed by michael bay f-ck you
jedi warrior, my third eye reads all of ya
the moratorium, sur-projects to crack emporiums
spotters they get raided, international player
mandolin bayonet-ers read they status straight to waiters
paper chasers, my n-gga cash cow through a stack house
my flow count won’t knock out till the third round
watchin’ ’em serve how my world revolves around
p-ssy, liquor, and kicks, i’m worried and h-ll bound
f-ck it, i wouldn’t floss it, my chips
this quarter bag heavy, wouldn’t cop it if i had to ask the price
leonidus kick n-ggas in they chest for stunting
d-mn all y’all cos weird, be frontin’, yo shut the f-ck up
leader of the new school, defeated all you weak dudes
duke nukin’ n0body, all i see is the tool
this tribute, my retribution tell my enemies who
left me for dead not knowing that would make me a goon
this is t, pity the fool, krunk it lame, knuckle game
hitting n-ggas for stools, holding a bar 89
mix, balance time with red wine, optimus prime
front flip on n-ggas and i pop my nine

[verse 3: money slim]
n0body does this sh-t quite like i can
time to separate the mc’s from the hype man
switch up the game plan, i’m doing my thing fam
got n-ggas plotting on me, but ask me if i give a d-mn
my aim’s accurate, perfect, no flaws
treat beef like p-ssy cause i’m quick with the drawers
the nicolas cage of this rap sh-t, yeah
fly criminal homie i’m conair
remarkable timing, you slipping i’m grinding
where did you find him? this kid is a problem
every line i jot is popping like cheap condoms
easy pot and i’m hot, that’s real rap
don’t get bent all out of shape, i’m just stating the facts
making these cats understand, fall back
9 to 5, peel off, what’s f-cking with that
nothing in fact, i’m making the meat they make
posing they careers, causing compet-tion to spectators
yes haters, we keeping the game intact
exquire, money sl, n-gga its a wrap

- mr muthafuckin exquire lyrics

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